Monologues for women | "Miss Havisham" by Gabriel Davis

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A student asked for an example of a monologue inspired by the character of Miss Havisham from Dickens' classic "Great Expectations." I whipped this up in ~10 minutes; so excuse the very loose interpretation of her character below. Enjoy!

The horrid sick little boy. That's what he was. When cicadas mate, they rub their little spindly legs together quickly and the noise of thousands of them rubbing their little legs all at the same time fills the night with a sort of music. But if you look closely it's just so many disgusting little bugs.

That night, the night I'd freeze my clocks forever, you could hear their chant. My bridesmaid Althea said it was an omen, the beginning of the new life I was about to embark upon.

Her uncle teased her it was just the season. And then we waited until a message arrived that he would not be embarking in any journey with me.

It was too much to take. I had this nervous habit of tearing at the skin on my hand. I had scratched it raw this night. And when I knew that he had left me, pierced my heart this beautiful perfect angel of a boy .. I ran into the night as if he were out there calling to me from the trees.

I grabbed a small one, small tree with small thin trunk not yet strong and I wanted to destroy it. To tear it from the ground and expose it's roots. I shook and shook and shook it. And the cicadas began to fall all about me. On my hair and even in my mouth.

I was one of these bugs. I was hideous and the boy had seen that.

But he was hideous too. And for what he had done I would squash young little Pip like vermin.